COME all ye Wits, that with immortal rhymes, Glory to others, and yourselves, create: And you that gratify the future times, Whilst tales of Love, and battles ye relate; Come, turn your studies, and your eyes this way, This theme will crown your heads with lasting bays, 'Tis Cynthia's beauty, Heavenly Cynthia; Come swell your volumes all with Cynthia's praise. Posterity will then your works admire, And for her sake shall them as jewels prize, All things to Cynthia's glory must conspire, She shall be worshipp'd with the deities. To her make foreign lands pay honours due, Thus shall you live by her, and she by you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AULD LANG SYNE by ROBERT BURNS THE RIGHT TO DIE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR BROTHER AND SISTER by MARY ANN EVANS TACT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE MARSEILLAISE by CLAUDE JOSEPH ROUGET DE LISLE EPIPSYCHIDION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |